She could hear nothing. At least he had finally listened to her about being silent whilst prowling. For a druid in cat form, silent stealthing was important. Although Brie was glad he had finally put theory into practice she, being the experienced druid she was could sense his presence to her left.
As she glanced left, the shadow of the Aldrassil grew in the ever fading sunlight. Its evergreen leaves had been shelter for her and her kin as long as the eternal night elf could remember. The Lake to her right was shimmer full of the guppy she had recently got as a gift from a shady dwarven acquaintance from the highlands.
As she admired the tree the faint feeling she had turned to motion as she spotted the shadowy figure of her apprentice Tovia. Although she lacked listening skills, she made up for it with the sheer will to learn and grow stronger. In her cat form she had a sleek purple fur, with gleaming white stripes on her eyes.
She was oblivious to Brie being able to sense her presence, so a wry smile was on her lips as a silent purr escaped. She moved around beyond her master, noticing how she always seemed in a readied position with her body. She wore and tight leather armor which was slightly faded in its usually earthy tan color.
She hoped that one day she was as skilled a druid as Brie, but also enjoyed the irresponsibility of being a young druid. A gust of wind blew in and caused Brie's long braided teal hair to flail, to which Tovia saw as an opening.
She blinked just as she used her powerful feral legs to pounce at her master, but only managed to catch thin air. Now fully out in the open she looked around the lush green valley for her target, only to be stuck to the ground.
A group of vines had wrapped their way around her hind legs holding her in the spot, she gave a resigning breathe as she realized what had occurred.
Out of nowhere a shimmer figure of her master appear with a smile on her face, her lips pursed as she spoke playful "Better luck next time young one". Although Brie herself seemed to be perhaps 21 in common years, she had been around for closer to 145 years. Tovia switched out of her cat form and took shape as she was a young female night elf. She was nearly a mirror version of Brie at a younger age but had wild dark hair and was slightly less muscular that the experienced Brie.
In the distance they looked up and motioned at the druids over by the shadowthread cave, a cave that young druids used for training by killing the near limitless supply of poisonous spiders that plagued its indecent walls. A Team of druids wearing what looked like hand stitched runecloth armor were switching between their natural elf form and the mystical moonkin form.
Moonkin form has been used by druids for many generations and was the sign of a powerful user of both arcane and natural magics. The form of the Moonkin, often called a "boomkin" was based on a creature that has been known to be all over Azeroth, the Owlkin. In essence they looked similar to a bear if It was standing on its hind legs, although much more bi pedal than that. They had long tough feathers, than shined bright in the fading light of Kalimdor. Large antlers protruded from their heads and a dark beard drooped down to the chest of the druid.
Even to this day Brie still found it odd to see a regular size elf shift into moonkin form, even done it herself when was needed, the size difference was big.
As the moonkin practiced there base nature spells including their main one, wrath, which was basically a ball of light from the casters hands. This spell was taught to all druids and was cast able in the humanoid elf shape, although much more power could for used as moonkin.
Later that night Brie woke from her slumber from inside the tree, looking at sleepily at the night moon covering the sky. She thought about her past, about how far she had come from being an apprentice herself, to helping defeat many an attack in the druid home city of Darnassus. She would often wake up like this, something inside her new she was destined for bigger things than being just a druid trainer in the homeland of elves.
She rolled over and thought of her apprentice, of how far she had come in such a short time. She was ready to have a specialization skill, a feat that druids coming of age received. The apprentice's trainer would study their apprentice to see which forms of being a druid came naturally to the druid. In Tovia's case she had worked very hard on her feral druid skills, and didn't seemingly enjoy the art of balance and using offensive spells, or for that matter the naturist ways of restoration druids that could take a treant form and heal allies in combat. When the time came Brie would make her apprentice a feral form druid, who would really on stealth and cunning to best enemies, along with her ferociousness in battle to help steer her allies to victory in situation.
Originally this was the path that was chosen for Brie by her trainer. But she was a rare druid, she managed to easily use all forms of druids, being able to efficiently become and shape and use both offensive and defensive magics at will. This hadn't happened for generations in druid lines, however no one seemed to think much of it, or if they did they never really said so.
The next few weeks trailed on, the lives of both the druids seemed simple enough. Brie kept training Tovia daily whilst together they both grew stronger. When it came time for Tovia to become a full feral druid, as part of the ritual she was given a quest to prove herself worthy.
Brie watched from the air in her majestic bird form as her apprentice fulfilled her quest. She was to clear a local village called Dolanaar of an infestation of demons that had taken it over. Brie knew she was more than capable of this, as she watched her apprentice rake her claws across the back of another demon that hadn't seen her approach. Brie's wings glistened purple as she followed her kin to the peaceful city of Darnassus later that afternoon. The Outskirts of the city could be seen well back as to could the ancients that guarded its entrance. Massive tree ent like creatures that in their eternal lives swore to guard the great city from its enemies. She could see Tovia tiring from her battle and landed down next to the battle weary druid to console her. She congratulated her on her defeat of the demons and proudly stoked the dark fur on her back.
Together they breached the cities walls and made their way towards the town centre, passing by the lake that filled the cities centre only to be laced with paths of stone used as bridges for travelling. In the centre of the lake was the island where all of the outside paths joined. The Great bank stood in front of them and old but great wooden bear was carved from the tree that once stood there. Inside peoples treasures and the treasures of the alliance were kept safe by the silverwing sentinels.
These particular sentinels were especially trained warrior elves whose combat skills were second to none. They defended the city as well as the night elf camps around Kalimdor.
Brie hadn't had a lot to do with the alliance or had to battle the evil horde armies before. Although she had seen many wounded and injured return from the battle of warsong gulch deep inside Ashenvale. Although she'd never been to Ashenvale she knew of it as a beautiful forest covered land where beast and elf had lived in kind for centuries. Only that this peace had been disrupted by demon and orc alike in order to farm the strong lumber that came from there.
Looking over to the Moon Temple to the west, Brie shifted her head to glance at its majestic beauty. It was home to the priests of the elves. That was where Tovia was to go to receive Elune's Blessing and continue on her journey in life.
Elune was a god to the night elf people, her grace and kind heart was everything the elves stood for and so it was fitting they worshipped her as a deity. Brie herself had felt Elune's Touch as she sipped from the waters of the fountain inside the temple, just as her apprentice was about to do.
The ceremony itself was not that extravagant. The head priestess gave Tovia a golden chalice to use to scoop the blessed waters of Elune. In her night elf shape Tovia had become more and more women every day, although an orphan, she knew she was making her parents proud.
After the ceremony's completion, Brie as the trainer had one last lesson to teach. She instructed her student to think not of the sleek stealth of her feral form but of a faster less combative form when she shifted next. At first Tovia didn't understand but with her mind cleared she focused her will and pictured a fast travelling form. She shimmered as she shifted into a very sleek yellow and black spotted feline. Not quite the same to her feral cat in shape, more pronounced muscular legs for running. Tovia was quite proud of herself finding her legs in her travel form.
As she ran off into the distance back towards Dolanaar she was quickly over taken by her master, in a similar form only slightly bigger in body and leaner in shape. The two raced home, past local elves and beast kin alike.
As the approached the last hill before Aldrassil and odd sense of unrest over took the air. As if by second nature she put her paw in front of her former apprentice and causing her to halt. "Something isn't right here, can you feel it young one?" she said to Tovia. The confused druid didn't have the same senses of the more experienced druid so she felt no disturbance.
Brie told her to wait there and hide as she took to the air in her bird form only to see a horrible sight as she rose. Even from here Brie could see the smoke coming from Aldrassil. She quickly landed and instructed Tovia to return to Darnassus and get help, not telling her what was wrong or why. Of course as the young do she argued with her, but in the end sulked and ran off in a haze of yellow and black towards Darnassus.
Brie quickly flew to valley where Aldrassil stood only to be met by smoke fumes. From the air she couldn't see what was happening on the forest floor, so quickly flew down to investigate.
She came across something she had never seen before. The forrest was alight with sparks and there were screams in the air. As she ran forward she saw movement out the corner of her eye. Luckily her reflexes were fast enough to move out the way of a low flying hand axe. It has sailed past her right ear as she stumbled to move out of the way. She went to get up only to be knocked down by an invisible force.
She was being held in the air by her throat, but by nothing she could see. All of a sudden a form appeared in front of her, his large green hand around her neck chocking the life out of her.
It all made sense to her as her life was flashing before her eyes. The fire, the massive clouds of smoke. Orcs were attacking Aldrassil….
A/N - This is my first attempt at fan fiction, please feel free to give me some constructive critisms. I have thick skin lol